Bound By Moonlight
Instinctively, she reached out.
“Hey, it’s okay…”
The moment her fingers brushed its fur, light flared from her palm. Warm, gentle—and then too strong. The air shimmered, bending around her hand. The fox gasped, its leg straightening, bones shifting back into place. The creature blinked up at her, whole again.
But before relief could settle, the silver light in her palm darkened, leaking into smoke. The ground around her hand scorched black, the water hissing as steam rose.
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